With golden thread
You mend the tears in my pockets
I am only allotted one item per day
So let's stay here until the stars fade away
And face the neverending promises
We laugh at memories of pain
Harboring no need for tragic romances
Or life's fragile remembrances
It's already exacerbated by boredom’s wastefulness
So we decline more license plates and credit cards
And instead compare our hearts to targets